Story & Sexuality
There is an optimismto every metaphor, to every leaf falling like a forgotten dream. Writing is the one thing you cannot deny, or the story will go to someone else.
Sharing the Weight of a Too Heavy Box
The three of us shared a diary that year, a black composition book, and we’d pass it back and forth, hating and loving our parents, falling in love with eighth grade boys and math teachers and each other’s brothers – with Bruce and E. Street Band and John Lennon.
Finding Your Voice in Dark Times
The three of us shared a diary that year, a black composition book, and we’d pass it back and forth, hating and loving our parents, falling in love with eighth grade boys and math teachers and each other’s brothers – with Bruce Springsteen and John Lennon.
Together, the three of us were discovering our voices.
Don’t Let Anyone Keep you Small
Though my mother was the writer, this over the shoulder scrutiny by my father taught me how to write.
Writing is like putting on your oxygen mask first
We don’t write for popularity. We don’t write hoping we will have mindless followers who see the world the same.
I turned down a publishing deal because I didn’t want to die
She said “we’ll pay you to write about the experience of dying”. Writing about dying was the new trend.
Ho’oponopono – forgiveness Hawaiian style
But after my father died, after I moved to Kauai and began to write, I didn’t understand Ho’oponopono is not about changing someone else.
Sharing a Diary – How Story Saves Us
I promised Lilly I wouldn’t tell her secret to anybody, but then I knew I had to break that promise.